Taylah G

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

Stories (11)

11 Stories

221 karma pts

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“Beachy Blast” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #104

“Are you coming tonight?” Her long, wispy hair blew into her eyes, and she gently nudged it away. She batted her long, thick eyelashes pleadingly. Riley had a way of entrancing me. And yet again, I fell blindly into her trap. “Fine,” I sighed, taking her outstretched hand. Long, pale pink nails wrapped around my wrist, and she was pulling me along before I’d even registered what was happening. We fell into a comfortable silence, nothing but our feet padding across the forest floor, leaves crunching beneath us. She broke it by letting a small...

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“Liars” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #103

TW: Death & Drugged Grief had been tugging at my soul for three months now. My mother was gone, and it was the fault of a fatal illness. She’d always had hope, therefore I held it for her, too. It seemed as though we’d run out of luck as she’d smiled for the last time and my heart had dropped to my stomach. Now, cross-legged in the closet we’d spent so much time in, I stared at the boxes, then at the clothes. It was time to clean out my mother’s closet. The room itself was fairly small, but walk-in. We’d spent hours picking clothes for...

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“Asylum” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #102

TW: Suicidal tendencies, violence, medications, affairs For years they kept me alive. Not happy, but stable. I made few friends and kept to myself. I hadn’t spoken since the incident. I refused to speak or show what had happened, for nobody would believe me. I had nothing to say, so I stayed quiet. A select few were allowed around me, but I was so drugged I could barely focus on them. I was losing hope. This institution had held me for six years now. It was coming back. My medications were slowly decreased, thanks to my psychiatrist. He th...

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“"Family" Dinner” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #100

TW: Domestic Violence/Abuse I carefully placed the final bunch of meat into the bowl with a thick splat. I contemplated whether to mix the spag bowl for Nick before he came home, but decided against it. I figured he would think I didn’t need him and ignore me for weeks. I’d be left alone with the kids for God knows how long, just like last time. Luckily, that was only four days, and he didn’t cut off his bank account like the time before. The slightest move I made was carefully measured by Nick, and if I showed too much independence, he’d ...

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“Roadtrip” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #99

TW: Weapons, Death, Torture, Grief My smile was larger than life, blonde hair billowing in the wind. My head was out the window, and my eyes were closed. Beside me, Peter laughed. It was loud and gleeful. I loved his laugh. He took one hand off the steering wheel to place it on top of one of mine. My other arm dangled loosely out the window; my spirits instantly lifted. I leaned back from the window for a moment, only to kiss Peter on the nose. “This road trip was a good idea,” I told him. He had the goofiest grin. I loved him. “I told you...

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“Royal Nightmare” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #95

TW: Death and imprisonment.I lay in bed. Shivering. My face was freezing, and my toes felt like they’d fall off. I had my duvet pulled tight over my shoulders, my cheek grazing the soft material. I was supposed to be warm under the thick, comforting blanket, but I was chilly.Reluctantly, I opened my tired eyes. They scanned my surroundings. My usual castle bedroom. I reached a shaky hand over to my bedside table. I gripped my phone tightly and pulled it under. The metal was cold and hard, slowly warming as the heat from the blanket flooded o...

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“Action!” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #94

TW: Death and Weapons “But Mama-” I started. Mama placed her pale hand in my face. Her dark eyes scanned my pale green ones. “Why? He was my friend,” I murmured. “We can’t have friends,” Mama responded flatly. “That’s your fault for befriending him. You know we can’t control our targets.” I stared down at my best friend’s limp body. His neck was twisted at an angle I could barely withstand. If I hadn’t already seen that angle so many times. “Why, Mama? You owe me that.” I slicked my jet-black hair into a tight ponytail in an act of stubbor...

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“Carnival of Confusion” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #93

TW: death It was a normal day, slightly on the cold side. The wind brushed lightly against my blonde hair, tied into two pigtails. I was eight years old, and I was at a carnival! It was a rather gloomy carnival – a little creepy. I asked Mama and Papa if I could buy some fairy floss. Mama smiled kindly and Papa reached into his pocket to pull out some gold coins. A large, pure smile spread across my lips, revealing my pearly, white teeth. I took the money gratefully and made my way through the mass of people to the fairy floss stall. ...

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“Blind Light” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #92

I yawned, my eyes fluttering open. I reached for the coffee I knew had been placed on the desk sitting above me. The sheets I remembered to be a glistening white were frail and thin, barely shielding me from the unforgiving air-conditioning. I reached a shaking hand to feel my eyes. The eyelids were soft to the touch. I heard a loud crash and my door banged open. “Mama! You idiot!” It was my son, Adam. I could imagine his scruffy, brown hair bobbing as he rushed in. I could imagine my eyes now his, and his eyes now mine. “You shouldn’t have,...

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“Left in the Dark” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #92

Tuesday, 4th May I never expected it to happen. Not like this. Not today. Not now. I was on a simple run. Exercise soothed me. Sweat dripped slowly from my forehead and my legs strained as I ran. Earphones were in. I was completely unaware of the potential – and definite – dangers surrounding me. Wind blew coolly against my warm face. The sunlight shone over me, as though protecting me from the dangers of the dark. I was merely a small speck in the span of the universe – my only worries were whether people liked me, whether my grades were ...

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“Hungry Librarian” by Taylah G

Submitted to Contest #91

“Hush! You’re in a library, morons!” she hissed through clenched teeth.She was old and slim, slightly hunched with grey hairs floating loosely out of her bun. She was small and frail, but her attitude was merciless.She scowled at the group with a hint of disdain. The old librarian then went back to shuffling her folders on her mahogany desk.“Sorry,” a teen girl dared to call out.The woman turned so fast that the friends were scared she might’ve broken something.“I said hush.” This time her voice was dripping with poison.The old woman was don...

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Author bio

I found this website via a recommendation from a friend and knew I had to give it a try! I really hope you enjoy reading my work, as it is one thing I truly enjoy. I welcome you to my page and wish you the best of luck on your Reedsy journey. Happy writing everyone! Amazon Wishlist: https://www.amazon.com.au/hz/wishlist/ls/3UCZ1CKOJS4CS?ref_=wl_share